He ran.
He ran past the room where Landry was starting to cultivate a green jungle. A jungle that had started out of one miniscule plant, and threatened to turn his quarters into a virtual rain forest.
He ran past where Teal'c was sitting quietly meditating. Possibly on the futility of trying to get out of this, and how to remain sane. He knew he was.
He ran to avoid demolishing his room, letting his anger consume him in a mindless, gut-wrenching blind rage.
He ran past Vala, sauntering happily out of Daniel's room, smiling vacantly at him as she straightened her top back down in a blissful haze.
He ran past Carter's room, where the poignant sounds of a sobbing cello were heard echoing off the walls of the empty corridors.
Even if he had chosen to act on his most futile dream, he knew from Teal'c and Daniel that a certain grey-haired General would whump his ass a month from Sunday if he ever found out.
The empty ship seemed to whisper, mockingly, crowding him.
There was nowhere he could go to escape his demons.
So he ran.